For The Love Of Blood (Free to Read)

Chapter Twenty - Six - Guilt

Chapter Twenty - Six

Mitchell POV

Once we were seated I had to try and hold a roll of my eyes when I saw Bree enter. I knew if she seen me roll my eyes she would talk my ear off asking me questions that I really didn't want to hear. I didn't even want to hear her voice.

I scowled when I noticed she was heading my way. I would definitely have to talk with whom ever arranged the seating.

Immediately, Bree was practically leaning into me to get my full attention. I heard her make a noise in the back of her throat and then looked to were her eyes looked on in distaste. It was Kenzie. She looked mesmerizing in a deep burgundy evening gown. I couldn't take my eyes away.

As soon as Blaine helped her to her seat my Father arrived. I respired with annoyance but had my features schooled as always. One of the things I learned early in life growing up with my father.

Everyone stood at respectable attention as he was escorted to sit beside me. Once he sat, everyone but me retook their seats.

"I would like to start dinner with a toast." I took my wine goblet and held it up high. "To King Drayven. Thank you for joining us this evening and may you reign well." I nodded to him and then took a long swig after everyone repeated me.

As I sat back down, I heard someone choking and seen Kenzie trying not to cough too loudly. I watched out of the corner of my eyes as Azereen asked her if she was ok. She nodded and her cheeks flushed pink.

"As I was saying before I was," Lady Portrova paused and glanced at Kenzie, "interrupted, I am pleased to be having Dinner with you, your Majesty," she said to my Father.

I with held a sigh. Sometimes, I wished she wasn't a Portrova so I could rip her throat out. She annoyed me that much.

As dinner wore on, my Father kept glancing at Kenzie. I grounded my teeth together and wished he would stop. I could see the attention he was garnishing and the whispered conversations he was eliciting. He loved attention.

As dinner continued, Lady Portrova continued to speak to my Father across me. She continued to attempt to lay across my lap to speak to him and I repeatedly looked at her sternly and physically removed her from my lap. She just smiled that sickly sweet, annoying smile and continued to chat away. I wanted to be away from her.

Azereen interrupted Bree and asked me why my Father kept looking at Kenzie so when I told her that he was looking at her because she was pretty, Bree's face turned the ugliest sour I had ever seen. It was sort of comical and I wanted to laugh out loud so badly. It peeved her off even more when I smiled briefly.

As everyone began to shuffle about, the announcer announced that the ball room would be open with a fully stocked bar.

Kenzie took a hold of Azereen's hand and began to lead her the opposite direction from the way everyone else was going.

My Father leaned in closely, "Why don't you have the pretty young vampire with Azereen, join us in the ball room for a drink?" His greedy eyes soaked up Kenzie hungrily.

I wanted to say no but didn't dare.
"Lady Silverfall, please join us," I said just as they were about to step through the door.

She lifted Azereen's hand in hers, "I was going to put Azereen to bed."

Azereen looked surprised and a little put off. I guess she didn't want to go to bed yet.

"Azereen can join us too," my Father interrupted before he opened his arms wide for Azereen, "I haven't seen my girl for four years."